Sunday Night

Dad didn't sleep good Sunday night, so needless to say, neither did Mom or Brandon. Mom said Dad hollered for her all night. She gave him a pill for agitation but no morphine. She said "everybody" acts like I'm doing something so bad when I give that to him. I reminded her that everytime he gets moved, or has a busy day, he does not sleep that night, so to give him the morphine. I told her when the visiting nurse comes to ask her about a prescription for Ambien. But I don't think a visiting nurse is coming anymore. We're caught in never, never land between the hospice and the V.A. Mom was worried that Brandon was shaken up after Sunday night's experience. I'm sure it's hard on the kids to see their Papa like this. He's not the big, powerful man that they grew up with all their lives.